Hannah and Jordan stared at the painting of the cows that Jordan had drawn earlier in the day.
Jordan sighed and stood up, carressing the painting. "Happy little friend." He mumbled, stroking the paint streaks.
Hannah sighed and stood up, knowing Jordan was going to commence sexual intercourse with the painting.
She walked into her garage and saw a box. She had never seen the box. She opened it and a boy looking like soft serve came up.
"Hello," He said. "I'm Triscuit Evans." He said.
